Maybe You Can Help Me Get What I Want~?

The Half-Taunka sipped from her firewater, she sat quietly at her table in the the random tavern she'd wandered into. The last couple of days had been an random wander here and there between whatever bar she could find when she wasn't tending to her Tribe. She assumed she had made her way to a bar somewhere in Durotar, the heat was enough to tell her that, even in these colder months. From across the bar however strolled in a hulking, muscled bull. A hunter or warrior of sorts she had though as she watched him stomp in, shirtless, wearing only thin pair of leather pants. She was caught staring at him and turned away as fast as she physically could, a deep blush warming her furred cheeks as she chugged more of the strong beverage down. She was recently single again, and she wanted nothing more to forget her actions, her words, her everything toward her now ex-husband. She felt awful, and the drink made it go away as well as... Other things that she tried her best to stray away from. Already drunk, she couldn't help but turn her gaze back to the male only to find him already seated at her table.

"Well hey there, darlin'... I noticed you, noticin' me as I walked in... Liked what you saw~?" He asked, his voice deep and smooth, a sensual undertone to it. 

"A-ahha... I did not mean t-to be so very erm... Well out in the open about it hah.. I've been drinking tonight.." she said, the fur of her mane bristling a little in embarrassment as she offered the male a shy smile.

He let a deep laugh escape him, rumbling in his chest a bit which her eye fell upon. She shook her head lightly, taking a long sip from the mug she held. He noticed once more and scooted closer to her, pressed up against her side now. She already had a hard enough time resisting the male, but at this point her effort had melted away and a more sly expression crawled across her face now, the male leaning down to murmur softly to her, an arm now wrapped around her waist. 

"Maybe you can help me get what I want, hrm?" he asked, not even bothering to be subtle at this point. Once more her thick, lion-esque mane bristled once more and she slid an arm around his neck. The booze, the way she felt, and probably the heat going to her head as the inn was fairly warm already had abolished any self-control the woman might have had.

"Well... I like to think I can be very..." Her gaze trailed downward, "Helpful~"



WHELP. This never actually happened A.K.A. Not canon, but it was fun to draw their expressions, it was fun to draw, I haven't drawn Rabi in FOREVER and with recent stuff in RP it kinda just... Gave me a reason to draw her getting into trouble she shouldn't be, but she's a fucking idiot sometimes... I love her anyway. BUT MOVING ON~ Art is mine, Moo's belong to Blizzard, DO NOT USE, TRACE, RE-POST, ANYTHING MY ART WITHOUT FIRST ASKING ME.